Tuesday, January 13, 2009

The Pasty-Facedness Gene

Although our ten-hour-a-day-five-days-a-week babysitting gig has ended, we're still getting lots of opportunities to see and sit (so to speak) Nikki Dee.

Yesterday, Cuppa kept remarking how pasty she looked, so she bundled her up and sent her outside for as long as the kid might content herself out there — about twenty minutes as it turned out. Nevertheless, she was rosy-cheeked when she re-entered, so mission accomplished.

But this pasty-facedness thing, she comes by honestly.

I can remember one Monday morning, a teacher asking me if I stayed in watching tv all weekend. I didn't though; that was just my general look although it might possibly have been more pronounced than usual on that day. I can't say. And my best friend in high school used to call me Pasty Face AC. Imagine that for a nickname! From my best friend too.

Thesha inherited the tendency to paleness from me to some degree although she has never properly thanked me for such a fine gift. And so it seems that, in turn, she has similarly gifted Nikki Dee, for this most certainly isn't the first time that we've remarked on this same propensity to pasty-facedness.

I am about as pasty faced as they come, though my friends kindly call it 'porcelain'. :) My husband's ancestors are from India, so our daughter has LOVELY, very unpasty skin. Am I jealous? Sometimes, esp when I have to have a weird looking mole removed or something like that.

I tan very easily, when I get to see a bit of sunshine, but in the meantime if I'm out of the sun I get very pasty - no rosy cheeks. I once worked with someone who had very rosy cheeks and spent most of her time trying to tone them down with makeup. She told me that she'd rather be 'pale and interesting' like me. That remark made me feel pretty good.

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Hi, I'm AC or Anvilcloud or even John if you prefer the humdrum name of my humdrum life. I am in my mid-sixties, father of two women, grandfather of a girl and a boy, retired teacher, happily married for a long time although I can't speak for the happiness of my spouse, Cuppa.